What's a happy ending? (Ryan Higa Imagines)

He wasn't

(A/N: This is based on my real life situation.)

Y/N POV

The first time I saw Ryan, I saw my love at first sight. I thought it doesn't exist but I was wrong. It was real.

Every time I see him, I was filled with joy and love. Thinking we might be together someday.

I always wait for him to come out of his classroom and pretend to pass by. I gotta be honest. He's not that hot but I know he's a funny guy and really charming.

So I thought,

"Hey, why don't I talk to him instead?"

But my anxiety kicks in. So I ignored It.

I hate myself for this. I don't know why I do this to myself. I'm a weakling.

I always imagine us being together. Holding hands, kissing and stuffs. Only to get ruined by negative thoughts.

Sometimes, I eat near the window only to see him. My best friend is there too.

One day, she asked me why do I like Ryan?

I said, "I don't know. It just hit me."

Is my common answer for that question. But my real answer is quite long.

This is how I love someone. I'll do anything just to see him. I rarely felt loving someone.

Every day, I thought of him. With his smile, laugh. I want to talk to him, be friends with him. But I just don't know how to.

I thought of him being my soulmate. I thought of him being my husband. I thought of him being my forever.

I thought he was the one.

But he just wasn't.

He wasn't.

(A/N: I haven't seen my crush lately. I wonder how he's doing...)